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When a total stranger says to me, "Hi Mistress," he is immediately off on the wrong foot with me. In an email, in chat, and in real life. Because I know, right off, that he is either really inexperienced or is living in a fantasy world, or worst of all, doesn't care.

Hair pulling, for example, has always been a hot button for me. Because taking a fistful of hair between my fingers *feels* good. Because I can see him wince when I pull his head back. I can hear that sharp intake of air. I can control how much it hurts by picking where I make a fist, and how hard and how long I hold it.

My motivation is that I get off -- basically -- on knowing a man is suffering for me. I like to see him take it for me. I like to break down his will, to scare him, and to have him eventually beg for what he finds unthinkable, because he knows it will please me.

If he has been restrained a long time and I have been enjoying watching him squirm..and then had the chance to strip away his power again and again, to make him do things he finds unenjoyable just to please me -- we are getting closer.

I don't negotiate at all. I often go into an experience having no idea what they are into. This is just the way I do it -- I would rather find out, as I go, based on his reactions, where the limits are.

The beauty in it for me is that I can bring him to this level of sacrifice, and I can push him to places that terrify and arouse him at the same time. I can be supportive, I can be seductive, I can be teasing, I can be sadistic. They are all different shades of the game, and I love playing them all, just as long as the goal is met: to take the gift from him, the gift he gives for me, not for him.

ON MY MIND

Good morning, my slut. I hope you’re having a nice day so far. How does that pink thong feel? Is it riding up the crack of your ass? Is the bra getting too uncomfortable already? Is your ass sore from the strap on surprise I gave you this morning? I’ve got a big day planned […]

I can also make you turn around, once my cock is dripping with your spit, and I can mount you from behind as I leisurely play with the controls. Which sensation will be most distracting and painful to you? Will it be the pounding of my too-big cock in your very, very tight and sensitive asshole – or will it be the cranking and closing of those plates over your crushed balls?

It feels wonderful to be miserable. It feels very alive. To feel desire -- relentless desire -- for something I cannot even predict. I just know I want a man. A new man. I want a new taste. I want to identify, pursue, seduce, and conquer someone who walks this planet at this very moment without the faintest idea how his life will change.

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Soon, she was stuffing her wet, used panties into his pockets with notes that instructed him to worship, masturbate with (Sometimes not even to climax, but just to the edge), then return them, cleaned efficiently with the use of his tongue only. She’d inspect them, one at a time, as he was on his knees in her dorm room waiting for her approval.

I dream of restraining you, making you sweat like that but for me, seeing that pain in your eyes for real. I dream of you on the floor at my feet for another purpose, my little angel of misery. To see my boots up close. And in case you have wondered, that's why I conveniently shove them under your nose when you kneel with your head down on the dance floor. I smile, and I think, get used to it.

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You will start by kissing the tips of my boots one at a time, and by then I know your cock will be straining in the metal cage. You are to pull down your panties so I can see and I may put the heel of my boot over your heavy, aching balls.